One, I'm bored so I'll write a story. in narrative format
GW characters are not mine.waah! Sniffle, but I wish they were. Anyway, I lay no claims on the characters, I only want to write about them, so no flames or whatever other shit you guys want to post me. Sending me an email about comments you have on the other hand, you can do.(
Of course this story is about my fav. er one of my favorite characters and you have to have a couple. (So try and guess who they are, 'cus I'm not telling, not that you can't tell right off the bat anyway.) Alright, enough of my ranting, on with the story!
[ between here is narrative] "speaking" 'thinking' flash backs -if any
~ "Would it be all right?" [Duo sat still, letting the question sink in. He and Hilde had been together for almost one year, and two days ago she had suddenly broken it off. She had claimed he was taking her for granted, and as many times as he apologized, she refused to believe his sincerity. or did not want to. He hadn't realized what he had done, and everything no longer made sense, besides the ever present face that now they owned a scrap factory together, lived in the same house, and had created an uncomfortable wall between themselves making it impossible to work. Now, not ten seconds ago, she had asked him if it would be all right to bring her new boyfriend to dinner at their house. Sure he and Hilde weren't married, and though they were now supposed to be just 'friends,' Duo couldn't help but feel jealousy and hate towards the unknown date. It had only been two days since their breakup! Couldn't she have waited at least a week? With clenched teeth, he nodded. Then turning away briskly, Duo walked with quick, deliberate steps to his room; each step punctuated with an almost angry swish of his chestnut braid. Hilde sighed as she watched his waist long rope of hair swing out of site. It had been for the best, if not for both of them, then at least for her. Shaking her mind clear of morbid thoughts, Hilde thought of her upcoming arrangement tonight and became her happy self again. Still, in a back corner of her mind she had a small passing thought as she went to prepare: 'I should have asked, "Will you be all right?"']
[Inside, hidden in the darkness of his room, Duo clenched his fists and glared at nothing but the shadows. He wasn't Heero, it wasn't easy or him to mask his emotions. He was naturally an open person, well, at least the happy-go-lucky fa?de he wore all the time was. Everything he came to love, was either destroyed or taken from him in some way, just like father Maxwell and the church. and.. His past bubbled up form the depths he had tried to bury it in. Situations like these, when another episode of suffering occurred in his life, his past would return and haunt him. It didn't matter how good looking the girls though he was, or how pretty and nice they were, he wouldn't allow himself to get near them in any other way but through flirting, afraid some bad thing might happen to them on his account. He knew his emotions lost control too, like a spirit had possessed him for a few minutes, when he would become extremely moody, paranoid, or violently raged. ]
GW characters are not mine.waah! Sniffle, but I wish they were. Anyway, I lay no claims on the characters, I only want to write about them, so no flames or whatever other shit you guys want to post me. Sending me an email about comments you have on the other hand, you can do.(
Of course this story is about my fav. er one of my favorite characters and you have to have a couple. (So try and guess who they are, 'cus I'm not telling, not that you can't tell right off the bat anyway.) Alright, enough of my ranting, on with the story!
[ between here is narrative] "speaking" 'thinking' flash backs -if any
~ "Would it be all right?" [Duo sat still, letting the question sink in. He and Hilde had been together for almost one year, and two days ago she had suddenly broken it off. She had claimed he was taking her for granted, and as many times as he apologized, she refused to believe his sincerity. or did not want to. He hadn't realized what he had done, and everything no longer made sense, besides the ever present face that now they owned a scrap factory together, lived in the same house, and had created an uncomfortable wall between themselves making it impossible to work. Now, not ten seconds ago, she had asked him if it would be all right to bring her new boyfriend to dinner at their house. Sure he and Hilde weren't married, and though they were now supposed to be just 'friends,' Duo couldn't help but feel jealousy and hate towards the unknown date. It had only been two days since their breakup! Couldn't she have waited at least a week? With clenched teeth, he nodded. Then turning away briskly, Duo walked with quick, deliberate steps to his room; each step punctuated with an almost angry swish of his chestnut braid. Hilde sighed as she watched his waist long rope of hair swing out of site. It had been for the best, if not for both of them, then at least for her. Shaking her mind clear of morbid thoughts, Hilde thought of her upcoming arrangement tonight and became her happy self again. Still, in a back corner of her mind she had a small passing thought as she went to prepare: 'I should have asked, "Will you be all right?"']
[Inside, hidden in the darkness of his room, Duo clenched his fists and glared at nothing but the shadows. He wasn't Heero, it wasn't easy or him to mask his emotions. He was naturally an open person, well, at least the happy-go-lucky fa?de he wore all the time was. Everything he came to love, was either destroyed or taken from him in some way, just like father Maxwell and the church. and.. His past bubbled up form the depths he had tried to bury it in. Situations like these, when another episode of suffering occurred in his life, his past would return and haunt him. It didn't matter how good looking the girls though he was, or how pretty and nice they were, he wouldn't allow himself to get near them in any other way but through flirting, afraid some bad thing might happen to them on his account. He knew his emotions lost control too, like a spirit had possessed him for a few minutes, when he would become extremely moody, paranoid, or violently raged. ]